So, we had a story to do during Social Studies and I liked it so here you go! By the way this is Historical Fiction, not REAL.
Picture #8:
The Italian that Thought he could Fly.
In the time of waiting at one of the Italian Bases during WWII, a man is sitting down on a box waiting for them to call on him. He knew that his side of the war was losing, he knew that he would most likely die today. He hoped he wouldn’t die, but he knew that only a miracle could fix-
“BIANCHI REPORT TO DOCKING NOW!” said the voice on the intercom. He knew what was was coming. The soldier, Bianchi, had been in many other flights, but because of this he had become weak in the heart. Ready to die on the battlefield.
As Bianchi wondered in his head, a soldier picked him up by the arm. To simply force him to get into a flying boat. When Bianchi realized what was going on, he quickly strapped in, put on his cap, and started getting ready to fly. He knew what his mission was.
Bianchi was suppose to make it to Tripoli to spy on the British troops moving into the area. They did at night, because the commanders figured it would be the best way to get a good view without them suspecting.
As the flying boat began to start, he saw some engineer yelling at the commanders. Bianchi looked to the side to see what the fuss was all about. But all he heard was muffled Italian curse words, which Bianchi heard many times in the Italian Air Force.
Then the commanders started to yell back at the engineer, but Bianchi couldn’t listen or look because he was ready for lift off.
Little did Bianchi know that the engineer was in charge of safety inspection, and had horrifying news for the plane that Bianchi was on.
As Bianchi started sore through the sky as much as a flying boat could, he could feel the water going against the many different parts of this plane. It was a moment of peace for the hardened soldier. He knew when he landed there could be English soldiers ready to aim fire at him.
He takes moments of peace to look back at his life before the war. He was in WWI, when he fought for a different side. He was very younger back then, a ignorant, young fool. Who fought in the air force too, but got more injuries.
Bianchi laughs at the thought of being greeted with a parade after WWI, for that was how he was determined through that storm. But, instead he was greeted with sadness and bills to pay. His family, gone. His family's belongings, gone with it. It was revealed when he got back that his name wasn’t on a single one of their wills.
He lived on the streets, trying to do anything to at least make a cent. Eventually, he was able to get back into things while the government started to change a little bit. Then, it was announced that Italy was going into war along with their allies.
Bianchi was one of the first of people to join the war effort, most likely while being drunk. He didn’t regret it though, if he was to die he would die at peace.
While he thought of different things, a call came from the walkie talkie pack he had in his pack to contact the commanders and generals.
“Ciao,” said Bianchi, he usually greeted his fellow soldiers with, ‘Ciao’, because if someone says
“What?” He would know that they were an enemy.
“Bianchi,” said the officer. “We are sorry.”
“What is it?” said Bianchi, now concerned and taken out of his original peaceful position.
“The plane you are on is going to go down, Bianchi,” said the officer. “The inspection discovered that the boat is not safe, the engine was having a leak. You need to land now, and get away from it as soon as possible. You still have time. Bianchi? Bianchi?! Can you hear me?!”
Bianchi could hear his commanding officer yell out his name for him to land. But, Bianchi had a job and he was going to do it. He set course to Tripoli, he was going there. It might be my resting place He thought But Italy will win, not Germany, not America, Italy.
He stopped when he was able to the British soldiers mobilizing heading North of Tripoli.
He commed into his walkie talkie.
“Sir!”, Bianchi exclaimed. “They are mobilizing just like we thought! I even see American soldiers with them!”
“BIANCHI,” screamed the officer. “Get out of there.”
Instead of doing anything that his officer said, he turned around. If he left the plane to burn up here,
the enemy would know of their presence.
Bianchi flew the flying boat back, he took a deep breath then-
He heard a sound come from the engine, and Bianchi observed the fact that gas was pouring out of the flying boat. As it landed into the water, so did the boat. The gas was then causing a fire, Bianchi knew what he had to do.
Bianchi made a quick movement to get out of the flying boat as it burned into the water. Some of the flames had gotten on him, he had to put his hand on his mouth to prevent the screams of agony from leaving his mouth.
As the boat burned, he tried to swim. But, with all that was happening. He was not able to stay up and breath. His blood from the burn was spreading all over as Bianchi tried to swim away from the boat. He tried to use all his might, but the water slipped into his mouth with the blood.
He felt faint as he felt the pull to the bottom of the sea. He bad given up, as red filled up the sea with flames. The air he had left his mouth to suffocate. Bianchi looked up, there was a light. He closed his eyes, and floated up with his fallen flying boat.
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